Sam sat on the end of the bed in darkness, the only light coming from the flashing vacancy sign and the red glow of the alarm clock that sat on the bedside cabinet. Sam looked at the time, 3:00am. He rose from the bed and slowly walked over to Dean's bed, he peered over to see if he was asleep. After confirming that Dean was well gone he approached Maggie's bed. She was sat upright against the wall, but her head tilted to the side, eyes closed. Sam gently tapped her on the shoulder. Maggie opened her eyes and sat up a little, rubbing her neck, which had become stiff from being in such an awkward position.

"I'm gonna go now". Sam whispered. Maggie tentatively moved her legs to the edge of the bed and followed Sam out into the corridor. She pulled the door to gently so as not to wake Dean.

Sam's room was two doors down. Sam entered and paused in the doorway, pulling the key from the lock.

"I'll see you in the morning".

"Yeah, Sam are you sure about this, I mean, what's the worst Dean could say?"

"I'm sure, if I stop it tonight, it could hopefully be over in the morning".

"But what if it isn't?"

Sam forced a smile, trying to hide the fact that he was thinking the same thing.

"See you in a couple of hours".

And with that Maggie turned and walked back to the room, Sam's door closing shut behind her.

She entered the room and shut the door softly as possible. When she turned round and looked at up, she was disturbed to find that Dean was not in his bed. After everything that Sam had told her, panic set in. She headed strait for the bathroom. She franticly turned on the light and there he was. His face black and blue, stained with blood. Blood seeped through his T-shirt and shorts. Maggie dove to his side, feeling at his neck for a pulse. He was still alive. She pulled herself up, her feet slipping on the bloodstained floor.

She raced up to Sam's door and began pelting her bloody hands repeatedly on the paint chipped wood.

As Maggie's screams echoed along the hotel corridor, Dean let out a soft groan, his cheek immersed in warm and sticky blood. He watched, as time seemed to slow. Maggie and Sam returned, racing through the door. He could see, rather than hear Sam cry his name as he skidded to his knees beside him. He felt Sam's large hands grab his t-shirt and haul him up onto his knees, his hands now on his face, trying to wake him up. Darkness began to creep in from all sides as his gaze moved slightly to Maggie, sobbing into a phone. Dean wanted desperately to reach out and take Sam's hand to reassure him, but he felt cold and like he was drifting. The darkness was closing in now and just as the last fragment of light vanished, he thought he heard Sam's muffled voice, as if her were under water;

"Dean! DEAN!"

"White male, 27; multiple stab wounds to the back and chest; excessive blood loss!" A paramedic urgently informed a team of nurses and doctors.

"Get me two units of O neg' and a round of epy!" A doctor ordered as he pulled open Dean's eyelid and shone a light in his eyes. "Pupils are fixed and dilated, have the crash cart ready!"

A nurse hastily inserted an IV into Dean's bloody hand, attached a tube, the injected a syringe into the canular. Excess liquid dripped out as she pushed the drug into the drip as ordered.

Another nurse cut open Dean's shirt and attached a long wire connected to heart monitor to Dean's chest. A series of fast paced beats rang out through the glass cubicle of the ER.

"BP 160".

"Stats are dropping".

"We need to get him into the OR right now!"

The nurses stepped back, propped up the stainless steel railings on the side of the gurney. One of the nurses grabbed hold of the IV stand in one hand and helped the other nurses push the portable bed towards the elevator.

Sam put a foot into the elevator, but was held back by the doctor. "Sorry sir but you will have to wait here, surgery will call you when it's possible for you to come up"

And with that the sliding steel doors closed. Sam was left standing an emotional wreck. Maggie came up behind him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder and they both stood in silence staring at the elevator, waiting for the next one to take them up.